Red Sky
Sun flare.
Low light lifting clouds,
gifting joy,
uplifting the heart.
A morning dream:
no nightmare this.
Air fresh and pure,
chilled with winter.
Beneath the Mountain Ash
the deer prance.
Balanced on hind legs,
they reach up to guzzle
last summer’s berries
still bright on the branch.
rogermoorepoet 
Roger, wonderful poetry and Tanya shared your work at the Go Dog Go Cafe! I hope you can swing by and take a look:
https://godoggocafe.com/2020/02/13/promote-a-poet-writer-thursday-february-13-2020/comment-page-1/#comment-43934
Stephen
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Thank you for the comment, the compliments, and the share, Stephen. I will most certainly drop by. Thank you for visiting.
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You are most welcome, Roger.
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